You're not late, I'm late. Haven't logged in since Friday. Thanks for the Birthday cheer. I spent my day at the Renaissance Festival in Bonner Springs, Kansas. Being chased by trolls and drooling over the women. Seems that we ended up running into the long legged sister on stilts a few times too often. She said she got this way by eating vegetables, probably eating too many sprouts. Then there was Bob the Juggler. One large breasted, and showing a lot of cleavage woman I ran into, I called him Jugs the Bobbler, a few times, to her delight. At least she thought it was funny.

No costume. I almost bought one of those floppy hats with feathers in it, but none of them would fit very good. My head is an in-between size. Between large and medium that is.

A lot of people did dress up. They used to let the dressed up people in for free, but not anymore.

One of them brought his pet rat (stuffed), and would be petting it and asked me if I wanted to pet it. I touched it and said, "My cat would like this one.". He shrank back, and said "No, no, no." and walked away. Spoil sport.